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Their problem is our problem

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عضو منذ ٣ يناير، ٢٠١٧
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Is this my country? The country that is supposed to be the champion of human rights? The country whose most recognized symbol reads “give my your tired, your hungry, and your poor”?Yes, yes it is.I stood leaning over my kitchen counter beside my father, my heart thumping in my chest as I listened to the audio of a six year old child hysterically crying for her mother. In her voice was such a pain that no child that age should ever have to feel, and a sense of panic no child should ever have to k...


What Do You Really Want?

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عضو منذ ٣ يناير، ٢٠١٧
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What do I really want?It dawned on me the other night that I could not remember learning something because I wanted to learn it, not because someone told me to. Not because someone told me that this is how it works. Not because someone told me don’t question it, this is how you get into a good college. Get a good job. Get what you want. Get what you have worked for.But that is not what I work for. I work for more than a score, more than a school, and more than myself. Yet, as I look at my hand s...


2017: The Year of Questions

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عضو منذ ٣ يناير، ٢٠١٧
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Is this the beginning of the end? How is this happening in my own country? Am I safe? Why do we yell at those who we love the most? What did I do to be so lucky? What did I do to deserve a warm bed and a full plate? Why haven’t we done more to help those who don’t? When did our country become so anti-Semitic, islamophobic, xenophobic? Did I forget to say ‘thank you’? Should I have said more? Should I have said less? Why did so many people in Yemen have to die from a disease we thought was eradic...


Try to Remember

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عضو منذ ٣ يناير، ٢٠١٧
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In the order and structure, we lose a piece of who we are.I walked out of a room filled with laughter and into the silent night. I climbed the staircase to the rooftop, the warm summer wind blowing softly through my tousled hair. I leaned on the metal railing, staring out at the sky full of stars that seemed to be speaking to me. I was alone - just me and the city below.For once in my life, I relished in the fact that the land that stretched out before me was practically foreign. Every square in...


What we can learn from our five-year-old selves

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عضو منذ ٣ يناير، ٢٠١٧
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My wooden swing was my horse, the pine needles that fell in abundance my hay. The blue slide was the river I’d fish in and the broken fence was my stable. I grew up in this oasis of creativity, this endless state of make-believe. Spending hours on end in my backyard, I began to develop my sense of imagination that would carry me throughout all my life. I was always seeing things as they could be, rather than what they were.This is something I’ve carried with me each and every day, always strivin...


The Human Struggle for Acceptance

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عضو منذ ٣ يناير، ٢٠١٧
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Sitting cross-legged on a rooftop in Acre, I stared with awe as I watched the bright orange sun begin to to set, casting a mystical light across the city. Everything around me looked picturesque, the world feeling still and silent. I had only been in Israel for a week at this point, but I already had developed a connection to the land and its history, both its triumphs and struggles. I gazed around in an attempt to not miss a single thing the view had to offer, from the green dome of the mosque...


The Lesson in Listening

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عضو منذ ٣ يناير، ٢٠١٧
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As a young child I remember hearing a poem at a Shabbat service, words that have forever been ingrained in my heart, words that became the foundation of my principles from an early age.“The person who attends a concert with a mind on business,Hears - but does not really hear.The person who walks amid the songs of the birdsAnd thinks only of what will be served for dinner, hears - but does not really hear.The one who listens to the words of a friend, or spouse, or child, and does not catch the no...


Plugged

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عضو منذ ٣ يناير، ٢٠١٧
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The bell rings, what’s the first thing you do? You reach down and pull your phone out of your bag. Maybe you didn’t notice, but the other twenty students around you did the exact same thing. The addiction is seen throughout the halls, the streets, even at a dinner table surrounded by a group of friends. Everyone’s head is down and their shoulders are curved, their eyes missing out on what’s directly in front of them. We have become slaves to our devices, to the beeps and dings that...


From Where I Stand

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عضو منذ ٣ يناير، ٢٠١٧
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In the heart of downtown Manhattan a little girl once stood, staring at the towering skyscrapers that loomed above her. From where she stood, she felt as if she was a meaningless dot in a vast and ever-changing world. Her eyes were fixated across the street, where less than a decade before the twin towers had stood, and she was suddenly struck by a sense of overwhelming fear. In her mind she could picture her father, climbing up the stairs from the subway as the second tower was hi...


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    عضو منذ ٣ يناير، ٢٠١٧


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